Today I managed to make myself toast and to surprise you,  
and I think I’m going to go ahead and count that 
as a successful afternoon because
maybe other people don’t recognize how hard it is
to get out of bed sometimes, how easy it would be to just
fade into these dreams, but I do, and I know that when 
the darkness swallows the mornings, too, I only have one
nepenthe that can get the light back in.

The End

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